Only Sylvide gently took the gun from his frozen hand.

Then there was another gunshot. Seeing this scene, the people in black over there finally opened fire and knocked the young man to the ground with one shot. The latter fell to the ground in despair, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and looked at her in shock.

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"Rosfort," Sylvide looked at the young man lying in a pool of blood with some pity, and said softly: "You have been with me since you were a child, and you should know my temperament. I will never trust anyone easily. It's a pity that

Blindness clouds your judgment."

The young man made a roaring sound like a beast, stretched out his skinny hands, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end he could only grab the air. He lowered his hands feebly, and the light in his eyes finally dimmed.

Go down.

It was at this time that a burst of neat footsteps came from behind everyone.

Sylvide turned around and looked in the direction filled with smoke. Several people were slowly walking out there, all wearing the uniforms of the Jefrit Red Team. The leader clapped his hands and applauded:

"I thought I could only see such a good show among those weird and weird stories. Miss Sylvide, it's really wonderful."

A row of gunmen came out of the smoke holding magic cannons and surrounded everyone present.

"Now you have no way to escape," the man stood cautiously behind the gunslinger and said, "Hand over the things, beautiful lady, I am different from those people. I don't care about the beautiful heart on your neck.

My brain has no interest."

"On the contrary," he said: "For a beauty like you, I would actually like to see you live a long life."
Chapter completed!